O curas hominum, ô quantum est in rebus inane? Who: Layla and Beelzebub What: Beelz makes good on his stalking. Where: Hell Gate Bridge, Queens. When: Late Thursday Night Warnings: It’s Beelz and Layla? Really, this is going to be a very R rated thread no matter what they do.
Layla had been standing behind the man in a ragged suit for about an hour now. Several Amtrak trains had passed, horns blaring but no one seemed to notice them since they weren’t anywhere near the tracks. In fact, the man in the suit was standing very far out on the bridge, peering down at the East River below. Layla was getting annoyed by this fool. Was he going to jump or not?
They had been talking for the whole hour and he had revealed that he’d just lost his job, his wife had left him and taken the kids, his daughter had cancer and his son was gay. His life was meaningless. Layla was not trying to convince him to come back. She was just listening. Waiting. And all the while the man spoke, he slipped further and further into desperation.
Fuck this was taking too long. If she could just get out there and push him. Instead, it was time for further words, “So... Are you going to jump already?” The annoyance in her voice so shocked the suited man that he spun around to shout at her for ruining his moment. Only he forgot that he was on the side of a bridge and he slipped and fell off the side. Really, not very satisfying at all. Layla rolled her eyes behind her pince-nez sunglasses and pouted, “Well that was rather anti-climactic...”
Shaking her head, she began the gentle tapping of her guiding cane to get herself off the bridge before someone realized someone had plummeted from up top.